I met you when your heart was empty, willing to fill with anything, satiate that endless hunger. I love you's and I promise's made in vain,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Apparently... My fear and hesitation, is just selfishness? My fight against temptation, is just carelessness? Apparently,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
So, I was wrong, Am I that bad? You walked out on me, And this saddens me. I loved you that much, Was that my fault? Gave you everything,
By Archan Panda2 years ago in Poets
Sunsets do not cost anything as do spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Don’t always feel that life is so hopeless. I wish you well and joy here — I hope you are happy.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
For 9 months you were never alone Heard the sounds in your underwater world The darkness enveloped you protectively, perfectly
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
Where life seems grey, When all feels neutral, a silent sea, A voice breaks through, whispers of empathy. A simple question, "How you doing?" they say,
By Monika Kedia2 years ago in Poets
I wake up, stare at my reflection, But there’s no spark, just disconnection. I used to know the face I’d see, Now it’s a stranger staring back at me.
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams” When we have Dreams, the world looks a much Happier place.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
“I have good news. You’re going to get back more than what you lost. This chapter is called make room” It is difficult
In the cavern where shadows seep, I felt the sting of promises cheap, Beneath the weight of their cruel jest, My spirit bore an endless test.
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Poets
Slammed by a single thought, A thought that wipes off any smile, Heart racing, a deep ache of the soul, Pain that lasts quite awhile.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
The hands of the clock crawl slowly over a pale white face. Each tick echoes sharp and hollow through the quiet room. Fingers rest against the cool wood of the chair’s edge.
By Dinesh Nand2 years ago in Poets
